Luyện nghe bài hát Rose in Paradise

She was a flower for the
Her beauty cut just like a
He was a banker from
He swore he'd her all a his life

He bought her a mansion on the
With a formal garden and a lot a
But paradise became her
That banker was a jealous man

Every time he'd about her
You could see the fire in his
He'd say, "I would through hell on Sunday
To keep my in paradise"

He hired a man to tend the
And keep an eye on her he was gone
Some say they ran together
Some say that gardener alone

Now the is an old man
That mansion's crumbling
He sits all day and he stares at the
Not a trace of her was ever

Every time he'd talks her
You could see the in his eyes
He'd say, "I would walk through on Sunday
To my rose in paradise"

Now a rose out in the garden
It's beauty just like a knife
say that it even grows in the winter time
And in the dead of the night